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Open your eyes and create the truth;
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā You are the soul of the waking world.
The time for Nelrunariās ending has arrived. SkaidrisenāNelrunariansāallow us to address you one final time. Discover the truth you have created, and find your destinations in the waking world HERE.
It has truly been a pleasure to take this journey with you all... and as we all know, the end of one story is only the beginning of another...Ā From ruin to ruin, we begin at an end. Goodbye, and hello again.
I refuse to bow; I will change the world for you. Trust me.
The dream develops; there is much for you to see. In each ward, a Warden makes a choice. Too long have they stood by while the Skaidrisen they watched over risked themselves in the games of the gods. Too long have they feared their inability to act on your behalf. They were barred from the dungeons, and they are barred from the trials, but the Fragments made the mistake of drawing them into their dream.
They do not find the truth; they create it. This is their truth.
And so, the Aevians rise.
The dream develops, the dream transforms. The Wardens have become the Pantheon; your runes have Awakened into their complete and final form. And in the dying light, the Guileful Nightmare makes a returnā¦
And tells you its true name.
Read about the second phase of Ephemeral Dreams HERE!
ā āĀ Ā Close your eyes and find the truth;
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā It no longer exists in the waking world.
The skies in Nelrunari are clear today; the breeze is gentle, and it's almost unseasonably warm. Ullari and Skaidrisen and Warden alike go about their daily routines without any indication that more disruptions will comeāand greater than the last. Is that not always the case? Yet as the morning closes its eyes and gives way to the arrival of afternoon, the sky above you changes. It is only a matter of moments before the winds howl and turbulent white-gold clouds whip into a whirling frenzy overhead.
And from those clouds descends a pristine golden hand, shimmering like a mirage. It is so large as to dwarf each of the largest monsters you've seen in this realm. The Guileful Nightmare's wheezing cackles echo in your ears, but is that your memory? As the hand stretches over Chimestone, its shine is visible in every region. By the time it reaches the ground, you can see an arm up to the elbow. How large must the person who bears that arm be?
The hand closes and extends only a single finger, which it dips into Skaidrisen Spring. As soon as it touches the water, everything goes white as you lose consciousness. The Dream whispers to youāit asks you familiar questions. Who are you? Where is your strength? What do you carry within your heart? Are you afraid of eternity? What do you wish for? What is happiness? And one moreā¦
Who do you want to be?
You wake, disoriented yet unharmed, to the same Nelrunari you have ever knownā¦ It is the same, right?
The fourth and final Nelrunari event, Ephemeral Dreams, has begun, and will last from 12/31/2019 06:00 PDT to 01/12/2020 06:00 PDT. Read more about it HERE!
Like a blank map, the world unfolds before you. You have awoken from a dream which we can only imagine to a land that will be of your own making. This is a new beginning for all of you, and weāre proud to welcome our newest Skaidrisen:
Appearance: Covered almost head to toe, they are nearly seven feet of outlandishly sparkling white scales, with equally iridescent wings and small tail to match. Their hair isĀ slightly silvery, almost metallic, and it falls just past slim shoulders, often down. They are dressed in true blue and sheer, shimmering pearly fabric, flowy as you please, as much of their scales exposed as is modest. Along the underside of their left wrist is a light scarificationĀ marking of the moon and stars that is never covered.
Any scales from hand to neck, and partly down chest have turned pitch, but the skin under is unchanged.
Personality:Ā
Negative- Air-headed, naĆÆve, mischievous
Positive- Compassionate, dutiful, sacrificingĀ
Background: Villa grew up as one of three identical triplets in a high-standing noble house. Since birth, they three were all ushered into the church of Corellon, as was family tradition. Villa the only one who seemed to carry much aptitude for cleric work and magic, the other two siblings certainly managing, but with great difficulty. As a result, they resented Villa, who had become the doted on child.
They were sent off to be married to someone they had never met, andā¦ accidentally managed to run away and become captive a short while in a band of thieves. They were taught the importance of doing things for oneself, living a little selfishly.
A romp through Barovia changes their perspective on how they've decided to live carefree and for only mischief, flights of fancy, and healing as a side gig.
They turn themselves back into the Order, return Home with new power and ability. Freedom became an old concept of a short dream, though they manage to pick apart solutions for deep sickness.Ā
But they never lose their foolish, childlike wonder and curiosity for life and all it offers. Not entirelyĀ
Memento: a silver flower that has been enchanted to change to the shape of whatever flower the owner has seen once a day. Upon arrival, a peony.Ā
Natural Abilities:Ā
Breath weapon - Can exhale a 15ft cone of freezing coldĀ
They have a set of large wings, and this time they fly, though not very long.
A natural resistance to cold.
Darkvision up to 60 ft.
Power History: Mostly healing spells associated with being a life cleric, and mischief spells, but not all.
Extra: Pinterest board (warning for wrist tattoo/scarification, injury)
Helo mods it's me Ren, sending a drop... Pell-Mell has collected many stories to write about back home, so it is time to pack her bagpipes and go. She was Ilene's ward, housed in seiche hall, room 1! Her swap will be coming.. shortly...
i see her swap and i miss that funky spanish house... iām running for them
The OC-Only Discord MFRP Nelrunari will be closing its doors on January 12th, 2020. You can read more about what will be happening in our last few weeks in our closing address, which can be foundĀ HERE.Ā
Thank you all so much for supporting us, Skaidrisen! Lets make these last days count. After all, the story has yet to end; I wonder what you will find in this empty world and the buried truths that it has worked so hard to keep.Ā
From ruin to ruin, we begin at an end. Stay bright, Skaidrisen.
ā ā The seasons shall change once more; let us wake, let us conquer!
Though this is not the last time you shall feel joy, you can sense the evening coming to an end. Dratheaās rays are beginning to creep through the windows, and it is with a note of finality that sunbeams spill across the floor. The time for this party to end has come. As laughter and excitement die down, you exit from the mansionāand when the last of you have walked past the gate, it swings shut with a quiet creak. If you glance back, you can see the form of the mansion is slowly fading where it stands until it becomes transparent. The golden accents shining in the morning light are the last things that allow you to see its shape, before even they disappear altogether.
You all shine so brightly, Wintertide Waltzers.
If you turn away and then back to look again at the space where the mansion stood moments ago, you'd swear just for a moment you saw six silhouettes huddled together, one dwarfing the rest. Though you cannot see their faces, you get the feeling they're all smiling. You get the feeling those smiles are hard-earned. You get the feeling the embrace you thought you saw may have been equal parts elation and desperation, but maybe so much time fighting monsters is only making you look for strife where there is none.
Like a blank map, the world unfolds before you. You have awoken from a dream which we can only imagine to a land that will be of your own making. This is a new beginning for all of you, and weāre proud to welcome our newest Skaidrisen:
Real Name: Bennett Vitale, but he prefers Byte. Just Byte. Whether this was a safety measure to keep his identity secret to the general public or just a fun little jab at his own abilities has yet to be disclosed. Maybe it never will be. Either way; itās one of the few things heās particularly insistent about.
Pronouns: He/They/It
Age: Around 23-24 ish. He doesnāt keep track of his birthday.
His birthday is January 11. Heās a Capricorn and the rest of his natal chart is...out there.
Trigger Warnings: amputation/prosthetics, animal experimentation, government surveillance
Appearance:Ā In a sea of city lights that seem to blot out the sky, it doesnāt come as much surprise that Byte is fairly pale; almost sickly so. Any signs of life are seen in the regular bruise or red-tint coloring in his fingertips and bright green eyes, starkly contrasted by the dark circles that lay underneath no thanks to many restless nights. He cuts his own hair, usually in one go if he can help it, and as a result it often comes out looking choppy and uneven. He does keep good care of it though, and the dark purple coloring shines as brightly as ever.Ā
As far as clothing is concerned, itās comfort over practicality--which is something heās frequently advised to reconsider given his skillset. Most of it is in dark blacks, silver, or browns, even down to his mechanics. The only part that isnāt is a pair of neon yellow high-tops; yes, they light up. He loves them.
His left arm is fully mechanical. Previously only a job done halfway, he figured there was no harm done in replacing it entirely. For what itās worth, itās high-quality metal, and a good example of his own capabilities in crafting. It sometimes glows an iridescent yellow, particularly when his magic is in use.
Personality: A walking enigma; he hates the idea of socializing, but handles it easily and without much stress at all if in the position where he has to. More ambition than you could imagine a human could have paired alongside an unwillingness to pry himself from his bed in the would-be mornings. He greets the world with an optimism he doesnāt believe in and he has more than enough confidence to override any doubt or fear that snuck its way into his system.Ā
He wants to be more, so much more, but when faced with the hard facts of life his dreams seem to drift further and further away into the same cyberspace they were born from, the same space he canāt help sticking his fingers into to find out more.Ā
Despite all this, though, living in Asphodel has made him wary, and he tends to keep even those he considers ācloseā at a safe distance, unwilling to open his heart out to anyone. What are they going to do if they reach past every wall? Itās too much of a risk, like everything else. It just isnāt worth it. Heāll be fine; this is...not fine, but fine enough.
> cool. okay. we can keep going then. donāt worry; im not up to any tricks
ā¦
> yet :]
AN ERROR HAS OCCURRED.Ā
> shit
TROUBLESHOOT?Ā
> hold on. i can fix this.
ā¦
> or maybe not. :\
> listen. i just really, really, need your help.
Times have changed. There are stories of things that may have once been seen, but now are lucky to be heard, passed on from one generation to the next.Ā
Hereās whatās commonplace: technology, and lots of it. Magic, brought back from the dead by some wannabe hero lost to time. Advertisements. So many fucking ads. Thereās no blocker in existence that hasnāt already been shot down or coded over or...whatever, the point is, theyāre everywhere. The ads. The all-seeing eyes. Theyāre inescapable.
Hereās what isnāt: trees, the sun, most plant-life in general. Getting a bouquet for Valentineās Day is basically the same as being proposed to, nowadays. Also the wedding should be the day of or the day after, considering access to said flora shouldnāt even be possible. There hasnāt been a floristry open in years. So They probably know about it, and that lovebotās days are numbered.
There are gardens. Conservations, really, thatās what They call them, but gardens sound much nicer. Sneaking to the edges of the city, you might be able to catch a glimpse of one. Itās not a wise idea though. Youāll probably get caught. Maybe youāll be lucky, let off with just a warning and a slap on the wrist.
ā¦
Probably not though.
Asphodelās great, really, if you can ignore the lingering feeling of eyes boring into the back of your likely-jacked head. Byteās learned to do this by never going outside. Easy. Heās rigged a good few security measures into his own personal devices, and tossed out a handful of hosts to take the blow for him if someone tried to dig a little deeper. Heās grateful for the fact he has more than enough magic to spare that this isnāt a strain at all, and it just becomes part of a daily routine.
...Oh, right, the magic. Byte has a lot of it. Itās both a boon and a bane.
Heās a technomancer, if you want to be specific, but he prefers the term tech warlock, or wizard, or something that seems just a little more fantastical. It suits his dreams more. The idea of moving past technology and magic altogether to become something stronger, someone more powerful that even the big guys up top couldnāt stop him if they tried to.Ā
The lights of passing trains speed by, lighting up a darkened room. The decker curses to himself as he raises from his chair and pulls the curtains closed. Maybe another day, then. Heāll try a little harder.
ā¦
The faint glow brings back a memory, fluorescent whites and reds speeding by. It makes him dizzy, and his grip on the curtains tightens. What he remembers doesnāt make sense; heās never been outside of Asphodel, there never were fields of green or ice-coated mountaintops--not here, never here. There hadnāt been life like that in centuries. Maybe it was a dream he had, some time ago. Thatās a little more reasonable.
God, heās exhausted.
Memento: His companion, Gig! It was a normal rabbit, at one point; then time took its toll and...he made some adjustments. Now itās more metal than blood, and functions just about as well. To keep its cognitive function, he implanted an AI that connects directly to his magic; so he can understand it perfectly. The AI allows Gig to understand others, too, but without the same magic connection, most of what is returned comes out in the form of angry thumps. If nothing else, heās a good traveling partner!
The antennae attached is just for show, and has no effect on Gigās functionality.
Natural Abilities: Byteās family line is known to have a decent grasp on technomancy, and Byte isnāt any different in this regard. Itās a natural gift, and he took to it quickly.Ā
CYBERNETICS. He made his enhancements himself! His left arm is fully mechanical. Extra measures were taken to ensure it could handle small to moderate amounts of water, including a period of trial and error after submerging it when it was unattached to test its resistance. Itās a pain to replace, so he often spends time making adjustments and keeping it in working order. In addition to this, he tried an experiment on himself: applying internal cybernetics to his eyes. The goal was to make it so he could simultaneously work more and sleep less, to cut out the middle man, and although it only half-way worked, he thankfully didnāt lose his vision. It appears as twin piercings above each brow, and in a line under his eye. The addition allows him to map out his present surroundings and pinpoint any āobscurities,ā though this is limited to a small vicinity and has to recalculate whenever he enters into a new area, as well as seeing more clearly in low-light. On Aergia 003, he was able to access databases through it as well and manipulate the data discovered hands-free. He still needs sleep though, that sucks.
CYBERKINESIS. The ability to manipulate technology. A majority of his own abilities are hands-off, such as reconstructing broken models without ever touching the pieces. If given the time to study something new, he could probably bring it back to working order. Includes the basic function of digital/data magic and its properties.( NOTE: Requires already existing resources to work properly. )
SPELLCASTING. A basic skill for every mancer! Byteās abilities are limited to small blasts of electricity, considering he hasnāt put much work into strengthening them. As a result, heās also prone to shocking himself. And he has. Many times.
ELECTROKINESIS. Itās rather weak due to a lack of practice and proper use, but itās possible to be honed. Minor applications include an electric aura--the ability to surround himself with an electric charge, leading to a nasty shock (though often this is a subconscious defense), and electric infusion. The latter allows him to imbue objects or people with electricity, though he only used it to give a few faulty electronics a ājump start.ā
ENERGY RESISTANCE. While he still takes moderate damage to large bursts of energy, heās able to withstand it a little better than someone who isnāt tied so closely to it.
Power History: Ā
TECHNOMAGICAL CONSTRUCTS. On Aergia 003, he could create multiple constructs at at time; usually small robots to complete day-to-day tasks he didnāt feel like doing. However, if he put in the work, heās just as capable of creating weaponry, drones, devices, or other stronger crafts.Ā
IMAGINATIVE TECHNOMAGIC. While limited to small constructs, he could create any technomagical device by simply imagining it. It couldāve been stronger, but he likes having materials to experiment with, so it wasnāt as honed as it couldāve been.
HACKING. As straightforward as it sounds, given the world heās from is almost strictly-cyber, this was an important skill to develop. And he was good at it. Mostly stole information, rather than changed it, but it hasnāt stopped him from the latter.
Extra:Ā
Bastard-adjacent.
Technically speaking, he doesnāt have a job; heās never really needed one. He gets paid for the odd job here or there, but heās never taken something on as a career.
Heās from Asphodel, a city on Aergia 003, which is a planet in the Eucleia galaxy. The city itself is a mess of skyscrapers, advertisements, and hardware, and most people tend to favor going place-to-place either by foot or speed-train. The city is oxygenated by gardens in the outskirts, kept under watch by an assortment of carefully-chosen government workers. Civilians such as Byte arenāt allowed access to them, and itās the only place surrounding the city that has the slightest implication of sunlight.Ā As a result, he hasnāt really seen most plant-life. Or the sun. Or anything that isnāt a city seemingly stuck in a permanent state of ānightā.
Technomagic is common in Asphodel, as it's how most people function from day-to-day. Byte just has a slightly better grasp of it than most. He will brag about this.
This stronger understanding is also why he goes by Byte, heād prefer to stay under the radar. He isnāt big on those in power, and he doesnāt want to work for or potentially be hunted by them. He regularly deletes files he finds on his existence if he uncovers them. The worst thing is being known.
On a lighter note. Those Sour Patch-themed videos Markiplier did? Very big Byte energy.
hey mods! ya boi's indecisive gene struck again, but i think for now i'm going to be dropping benjamin villin, tenor hall, room 1 to switch in an old muse! keeping my fingers crossed itll inspire me to write again, i've missed a lad
hey hey orion! the old muse shuffle is tough, i get it. i see your new app though and iām looking forward to sliding them back in!Ā
benjamin villin has been dropped.... and youāll see a new good boy soon ; )
We have created warmth of our own; let us bask, let us laugh!
Life in Nelrunari has settled. The Skaidrisen are ever working hard, fighting off the stubborn miasma plaguing this world, molding it with their own hands. This was the pleasant routine that everyone was satisfied with, was it not? Yet, everything changes. Though not unfamiliar with the season of cold, the days seem to grow shorter, the nights longer. There is a cool still in the air, if not frigid. Do you feel the need to sleep in a little more? Stay in, and chatter over a warm beverage? The warmth is so comforting, amongst yourselves. Another day comes to an end. The evening settlesā¦ the silence of the night pervades.Ā
Thenā¦. The earth opens, without much noise at all.Ā
In the midst of Provost Peneplain, sharp protrusions emerge from the sodden earth. In the blink of an eye a large building suddenly comes to life, aglow with lights. Golden details decorate the pristine chateau. Black iron poles grow, responding to unseen sunlight, until a large gate has surrounded a grand mansion, fiercely guarding the tall pristine building. Wait, what? Where did it come from? What is this?
...You swear you hear a tinkling laughter as you wonder.
yo its duck again i gotta extend my hiatuses on my muses (jules, cas, laverne, and paisley) til about the 18th or so cause vacation !!! i send u guys all the lov doki doki
hey duck!! thatās not a problem. take your time and we hope you enjoy your vacation!!!Ā
Like a blank map, the world unfolds before you. You have awoken from a dream which we can only imagine to a land that will be of your own making. This is a new beginning for all of you, and weāre proud to welcome our newest Skaidrisen:
Age: he looks mid-twentiesā¦ but who really knows with the fey
Trigger Warnings: brief and non-explicit nsfw mention in background, weird third eye business (eye horror)
Appearance:
i_want_this_twink_obliterated.png; drawn by me, colorised by vani!
Personality:
fey are known for being tricksters, to put it kindly, and in that respect idlewild fits the bill perfectly. nothing delights him more than being a pest to the people around himāagain, putting it kindly. pestliness is all well and good, but what he really finds the greatest joy in is just absolutely ruining someoneās day, month, year, lifeāyou get the idea. with no morals to speak of and certainly no respect for the people around him, there is absolutely nothing to keep this man from wreaking havoc.
this also means that heās great fun to be around, if you get on his good side! he does have some vague understanding of the covenant of friendship, and while he wonāt stop playing pranks on his āfriendsā thatās all theyāll be; pranks, not determined efforts to make their lives hell. heās also honest, by virtue of being fey, and heāll uphold any formal pact to the best of his ability. heās not a savage.
Background:
for a long time (a long, long time), idlewild was a happy, productive, and most importantly obedient member of the dawnlight court. he served under voy everett, close but not too close to the throne, and he did whatever was asked of him with a smile on his face and his hands laced nicely behind his back. and then voy quincey came along, and the dawnlight and dusklight courts were allied when they were supposed to be eternal enemies (or at the very least unfriendly neighbours).
idlewild decided very quickly that he wouldnāt stand for it. the only issue, of course, is that once you join a fey princeās court, youāre stuck there until they release you from service. or, maybe, until you do something absolutely heinous and break the oath yourself. for all his faults and love of drama, idlewild didnāt particularly feel like blackening his name for the rest of timeāhe had plans, after allāso instead he resolved to make everett despise him.
and it wasnāt exactly an easy thing at the start. sure, idlewild kept his distance in the court, but also theyād slept together once or twice, and everett was a little bit fond. once idlewild started making a proper nuisance of himself, though, hanging garlands of four-leafed clovers over everettās throne and even going as far as to bring iron into the court, it didnāt take long for everett to cast him out.
this may or may not have been where idlewildās love of causing mischief came from.
from thereā¦ the rest of the story is still in progress. thereās a glade ringed by thorns and thick brambles, sitting on the edge of midnight, and itās here that idlewild set up his very own court, styling himself voyetinuya idlewild. if the other courts werenāt going to stick to how things are supposed to be, the conflict muted by some frankly embarrassing princely PDA, then idlewild would take matters into his own hands.
Memento:
a crown wrought from silver and thorns; heās nothing if not devoted to the aesthetic.
Natural Abilities:
fey longevity; heās presumably not immortal, but if he ages, he does it real slow.
third eye; functional, in that it can see. moves independently of the other eyes, in a disgusting swiveling motion. exists only to freak people out.
third and fourth arms; usually used to make inappropriate hand gestures.
Power History:
many kinds of fey magic and trickeryāthough he specialised in glamours and other illusions, as a lot of fey do. itās technically not lying, guys!
Extra:
the food of the human world tastes like ash and dust to him, so heās going to spend his time here licking dewdrops off leaves and pretending that counts as sustenance.
anything that can stop a fey in folklore works on him. i will not tell you what those things are.
hello mods! it is me, mr kb, and i am here to drop wintergreen hedgerow who is currently housed in tenor hall, room 2. they've had a good run but it's time for them to rest!
hello hello! weāll miss them and wish them a good rest!! wintergreen hedgerow has been dropped for ya.
